This is a compilation of sapphic short stories and one shots. Dive into "A Dim Glowing Light" and come into a world of sappiness, romance, spiciness where you can escape reality and embrace the fluffiness!
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Her brown eyes peered through the outside window, watching the yellow and red leaves fall from the branches to the autumn ground. She wrapped her arms around herself and sighed. Loneliness just surrounded her world and there was no spark of life left that she could think of. Emptiness for the past year.
Lydia stepped away from the window and walked towards the front room, where she saw the picture frame that once brought her joy. She walked closer and traced the brass frame which held the precious memory of what once belonged to her and tried to reminisce about the day she and her wife went on a boating trip.
"Ma Chérie! Be careful, I don't want us to fall into the water!," Lydia called out to her wife. Her blonde curls bobbed up and down with the waves and her smile radiates warmth all around. Her wife looked up at her with curious green eyes and a smile.
"Don't worry! I got this under control, it isn't my first time sailing and you got me. I, Major Caroline Devaux-Smith will make sure that you are dry and safe from the water, even if I am not part of the navy, but the army trauma surgeon," She replied with a wink and continued to work on the ropes of the sailboat. She pulled and tied the rope before sitting next to her wife and kissed her gently on the lips. "Come, let's take a photo of my love, let us capture this memory of this beautiful day!" Caroline continued and pulled out a film camera from her bag.
Caroline pulled her wife closer to her and had the camera facing them. She looked at her smiling wife with awe, love and adoration. "Cheese!" Lydia called out and the picture was captured in the camera.
Lydia allowed her finger to ghost over her wife's face and felt a teardrop fall on to the picture frame. She placed the brass frame back above the fireplace and pulled the sleeves of her beige sweater to cover her arms to cover them from the cold air which took over the living room. Every single item in the room reminded her of Caroline. She could smell her lavender and vanilla perfume as well as hear her sweet voice and her unforgettable accent whenever she talked...especially when Caroline tried to talk in french. Lydia sat down on the loveseat and wrapped the fleece blanket around her body and stared at the empty fireplace while stroking through her once blonde curls which had been dyed brown. She stared at the dark leftover soot and could feel her eyes getting heavy.
It has only been a week after the couple had just moved their very first home. Which was bought with their hard earned and saved money. Caroline was stationed back home and started working at a local hospital. The two fell in love with the townhouse and could imagine their family growing up in that very house and neighbourhood. It was their dream home and they were finally going to be able to start a family of their own.
The taller women kneeled in front of the fireplace and arranged the firewood and old newspaper. "Darling? Can you please bring me either the lighter or the matchbook?" Caroline called out.
"Oui! I will bring it," A reply came from the kitchen. Lydia came into the living room in sweatpants and a tank top, holding a tray with 2 mugs and a lighter. The smaller woman placed the tray on the coffee table and passed her a mug filled with warm coffee. Caroline gratefully took the mug from her wife and kissed her cheek.
"Thank you sweetheart. I'm about to start the fire, do you want to get some blankets so that we can snuggle when the fire is going?" Caroline asked. The blond nodded her head and rushed up before returning back with two fleece blankets and smiling like a child on christmas morning. The two cuddled by the fireplace for the rest of the evening and took in every single second.
Lydia opened her eyes and realised that she had fallen asleep on the couch and it was the next morning. She soon realised that she was back into the world of emptiness. She got up and padded towards the bathroom to fix herself and to hopefully feel more fresh. When looking upon a mirror, she could see her dark eyebags hunting her. Her hair now moused up stood on it's ends and eyes so dead of life, so bare of anything. She tried to recall the last time she felt alive or looked more alive. That time was the last time she ever saw her wife.
Caroline packed her duffel bags and placed them in the front door in order to make sure that she did not forget anything. She adjusted her uniform and went through her documents to make sure she had everything she needed. "Do you have to go back into service?" Caroline looked up and saw her wife in front of her with worried eyes and her standard army teddy bear that stayed to give company to Lydia.
The taller woman stood and caressed her wife's cheek before planting a kiss on her forehead. "Yes I do my love, They are in need of more surgeons and medics, I made a vow to protect all. I have been there before, I know how things work there, " She replied with a smirk. "But I promise, I will be back before you know it. I will come home," She continued. Lydia looked at Caroline for a few seconds before embracing her tightly. She sobbed into her wife's uniform and held on to her, not wanting to let go.
"I can't lose you mon amour, I can't. Please don't leave me alone!" Lydia cried. Caroline held her wife and ran her fingers through the blonde curls.
"I promise, I will come back for you. Mark my words," She said and kissed the top of Lydia's head. The two pulled away and held each other's hands before Caroline picked up her duffel bags and headed out of the door.
Disaster struck 2 months after Caroline's departure to her station. The trauma camp had been set up to treat wounded soldiers and civilians who fell as victims to the extremist rebel forces. Although the camp had been running in high security and alert, the unpredictable had happened. The camp was not aware of its surroundings and became the target of the Rebel's airstrike. Many had gone missing or dead and Caroline's body was nowhere to be found in the make-shit OR where she was performing surgery on a soldier. The only remnant of her was her name tag. She was declared as missing before her body was found a few days later, 5 kilometers away from the camp.
Lydia splashed her face with cold water and heard the door knocking. She went to the front door to answer and saw her wife standing in front of her, without any scar or wound and wearing a white sundress. Her auburn hair was let down till her waist and her smile was radiant. "Hello my love" She said. Lydia could not digest what was happening. A sob broke out from her and she embraced her wife.
"You're here, they said that you were dead. They found your body," Lydia cried, struggling to form words. Caroline ran her hand through her hair and held her hands.
"I told you that I would come back for you. Come, let us go now," She said and led Lydia out of the door.
"Where are we going?"
"We're going home my love," Caroline said and smiled. The two walked out of the townhouse with hands together and were enveloped by a glowing light.
The following morning, neighbours had reported and called emergency services to inquire at the township since it had seemed so lack of life. The police had found the body of Lydia Devaux-Smith who had died in her sleep on the love seat holding the brass photo frame of her and her dead wife while being wrapped around by a fleece blanket.
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I am so sorry for the sad storyyyy but I really wanted to write this. I hope y'all like it
